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Oh, and get this—brothels got weird-ass rules sometimes. Heard ‘bout one in Amsterdam where they banned garlic breath—fuckin’ serious, man! Clients gotta chew gum or bounce. Laughed my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout some horny dude gettin’ turned away for eatin’ spaghetti. That’s the shit you don’t hear every day! But real talk, it’s a messy world—some girls trapped, some empowered, all fuckin’ human. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a drink, wonderin’—who’s savin’ who? Like in *Talk to Her*, it’s all blurred lines, motherfucker! What you think ‘bout that shit?

From Iceland — Reykjavík’s First “Poetry Brothel” Opens Its Doors

Champagne Clubs Frequently Charged with Prostitution, Human Trafficking. Paul Fontaine. The Reykjavik Grapevine, Iceland.

I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

Travelers warned of ice and snow on Grapevine this weekend; road closures possible